The other day Heather and I went to Joe’s Farm in Bixby to get a few things. The sign above is from previous years. This year the farm didn’t grow any produce, they planted a cover crop to replenish the soil. They still had blackberries and flowers as well as produce from other farms to sell. Heather loves blackberries and asked if the blackberries were still available. The lady there said they are pretty much all gone but if we wanted to we could see if we could find some for and gave us a container to put them in. So off we went.
We passed the fruit trees.
And before you get to the big tree you hang a right and…
And there are the blackberry bushes. I had never picked blackberries so…
I asked Heather, are these blackberries and she said yes but they are not ripe. The ripe ones are very dark. Okay, I get it. And the blackberries were pretty much all picked over but we went up and down several rows and gathered enough to fill the container. It was fun, kind of like geocaching, except for berries.
And then on the way back we stopped and looked at the flowers. They sell cut yourself flowers. Photos are free! And yes I used a filter on the photo above (and below). Flower photos demand impressionistic filters is what I think.
I forgot to take a photo of the blackberries we picked. Heather made a blackberry crisp out of them and that was pretty tasty.
I am linking with My Corner of the World and Skywatch Friday.
…gleaning, “the practice of leaving portions of a harvested field, vineyard, or orchard for the poor and needy to gather,” is a word used in the Bible. Did you qualify?
Blackberries taste nice and a little exotic. I don’t grow berries, but we have wild raspberries and strawberiies on the nature part of the property. The farm looks very nice.
I love berries. My uncle took me to pick strawberries in their yard when I was little and when we got back home I told everyone “Uncle Robert took me to catch some strawberries”. Sorry if I’ve told you this before.
Making a trip to a farm is a cool summer activity, is it not? So refreshing! And if you can bring back some fruits — even better. 🙂
Berry hunting looks like such a fun way to spend the day! 🍇
The farm’s got a great vibe.
I enjoyed seeing the photos.
I love fresh berries, but it’s been decades since I actually picked one.
Berry hunting is fun. I am glad you found some ripe blackberries. The flowers are pretty.
Take care, have a great day!
Lucky you got dessert out of this trip. The unripe blackberries look like raspberries to me and the filter you used for the flowers is really wonderful.
I used to love to pick blackberries in the woods growing up. Good times.
I have wild blackberries, very delicious. very thorny. Nasty thorns.
I did something really stupid, careless. I accidentally permanently deleted my blog. Yes, permanently. I’ll be working on a new one over the weekend. Shadow Shot Sunday will be up. I guess I will try to hurry and post a Skywatch to have a new link. Right now my profile goes to my poetry blog.
It’s so upsetting I can’t even cry about it!
Here I am… https://thisandthatablog.blogspot.com/
A great sign
Lovely captures all!
Love that sign!
Joe’s Farm looks amazing, Loved this sign.
Beautiful pics.
Greetings
When we lived on a rural property in Northwest Arkansas in the 1980s we had wild blackberries until they were killed in the 15 below zero cold snap in January, 1985. We would make jam and wine from them. I’m hoping these were thornless berries at this farm. I would had a nice time trying to pick here, too. That sign looks so inviting.
What are those pretty flowers called?
We had wild blackberry bushes along the road to our marina in TN, but they sprayed in the few years, and nothing came back. Here’s what ripe blackberries look like. And a recipe for jam.
Small is Beautiful
What fun. We love to pick Strawberries when they come in season here. Almost always get too many 🙂
Oh I love blackberries. I usually just find them in walking paths in regional parks around here. I find they are way too expensive in the stores (wink).
My mother-in-law and the rest of us went blackberry picking way up North. She had us use a belt and tie a sherbet container to the front of us. As we picked, the berries were already in a bucket. A person could use both hands for picking. After a while we returned to the truck and found out she didn’t have many berries in her bucket but her face and fingers were dyed with berry juice. What a character she was!
Glad you were able to pick your own berries.